4. Scarred Memories

Ragnar was a bit too late in reacting as he jerked back, causing the dagger to slice through his arm. 

That girl didn't even finish the whole attack before she launched another attack at him with the intent to kill. 

This time he was fast. Ragnar moved in a flash as he grabbed the dagger from the sharp edge. It was a silver dagger as it burned his skin, but he didn't care. By now, he was fuming in absolute rage as he glared at the woman. He yanked the dagger out of her hand and tossed it to the ground rather roughly, making it pierce into the soft soil as the handle bar vibrated for a second before coming to a standstill. 

That girl pulled out another knife from her dress, and he had had enough of her. Ragnar lunged for her throat, but she was as fast as he was, dodging his attack and trying to lodge the knife in his chest. He grabbed her wrist and squeezed it harshly, earning a whimper from her. The knife dropped from her hand as he applied more force to break her wrist, and at the same time, he grabbed for her mask. 

The girl didn't care for her wrist, but she slapped his hand that was coming for her mask. She twisted her wrist, almost breaking it to get free, and his eyes darkened even more. 

This girl must be a trained assassin sent by someone. She tried to knee him in the stomach, but he dodged, and as he tried to grab her again, the girl jumped on him, sitting on his shoulders as she pressed her thumb in his eyes, trying her best to make him blind. With a low growl, he grabbed her wrists and yanked her off of him, throwing her away with force, causing her body to slam against the floor. 

She grunted in pain as the girl gasped for breath, trying to gather her bearings while he stared at her in a trance of pure stillness, not moving at all. 

It was like a f*ckin deja vu. 

"You little!" He growled animalistically. His eyes turned into pits of fire, summoned from the deepest tunnel of hell as golden specs danced in his eyes. His wolf was showing. 

The guards rushed to him, and the very next second, there was fire in the castle, screams tore through the palace as thick black smoke with huge flames of fire was coming out of the huge windows. 

"Mother," He breathed. 

In just a few seconds, the whole palace was in chaos. The guards were already escorting the people to safety, and none of them was allowed to leave yet. 

Ragnar glanced at the girl only to find her running to the back of the palace while holding her dress up in her hands. 

He let out a low snarl and dashed after her. He wasn't going to let her escape. How dare she try to attack him? He'd catch her and make a living example out of her for everyone to fear him for the rest of their lives and think billions of times before attacking him again. 

She was fast for her size. He had thrown her with force, and yet she was running so fast without any limp or injury. 

She glanced over her shoulder only to find him closer as she fastened her pace. 

She ran to the back of the cliff with no way out for her. She faced Ragnar, who came to a pause at some distance as he glared at her with such ferocity that it could burn her to ashes. 

"Where will you run now?" He sneered menacingly, causing her to swallow the lump in her throat as she glared him head-on. 

"You think so highly of yourself, King. You should humble yourself," She said with such calmness that it triggered his ego. He wanted to snap her neck in that moment. 

What infuriated him the most was that he got fooled by her so easily. That little vixen played him so easily. 

Ragnar took a step forward, and the girl stepped back, causing the dirt to fall off the cliff from the back of her foot. His hawk-like eyes darted to her foot, and a sinister smirk adorned his lips. 

He met her eyes, wanting to see fear in them, but there was nothing. She stared at him blankly.

Ragnar took another step closer, his eyes furious, swarming with an intent to kill as he prowled over to her in long, steady steps. 

The girl didn't move. She just watched him silently as he approached, and just when he was about to pounce on her, she turned around. 

His eyes widened when she waved at him. 

She wouldn't do it. He thought.

A small smile curled on her lips as she jumped off the cliff. 

Ragnar jumped to grab her, but it was too late as he watched her falling into the ocean infested with huge, sharp rocks, there was no chance of her coming out of that alive. 

He watched as the water splashed, and she drowned in the ocean, disappearing into the wildness. 

The clouds rumbled, and within seconds the rain was pouring down on him, hard and fast. 

Rain helped in stopping the fire at the palace as Ragnar stood up straight, glaring down at the wild waves that were crashing into the rocks in frenzied passion; there was no chance of her coming out of that alive. She knew he'd give her a brutal death, which was why she chose to end her life. But he hated the fact that she snatched the satisfaction from him for ending her life and committing suicide on her own. 

Pulling back, he charged back into the palace. His aura was cold and lethal as he couldn't wait to capture the remaining culprits for the fire in his palace. 

Every single servant and guard was dealing with the remnants of the havoc. 

Ragnar waited patiently in his study. Thankfully, his mother was alright and was currently resting. Nate showed up. He was still in the uniform from the last night, with evidence of ashes on his face from last night. 

"Speak," Ragnar said coldly. 

"We found the bodies of three Alphas last night," Nate said as shock morphed Ragnar's eyes before fury swarmed in his cold gaze.

“So this isn’t just a game. This is a declaration of war.” He seethed.